By: Ben Nardolilli | Posted on: March 2018
Autumn naps are almost here, first
The final hot yawn of summer,
And then once the bubble pops, it will be back
To early darkness and colder nights
A time glorious with gloom,
A chance to wake up fully refreshed inside
While the world outside is quiet
And without light as if forgotten by the sun
Then an opportunity to wander and wonder
What the world will be like without me,
Not a dream, but close,
No dance with death either, call it a walk.
Ben Nardolilli currently lives in New York City. His work has appeared in Perigee Magazine, Red Fez, Danse Macabre, The 22 Magazine, Quail Bell Magazine, Elimae, fwriction, Inwood Indiana, Pear Noir, The Minetta Review, and Yes Poetry. He blogs at mirrorsponge.blogspot.com and is looking to publish a novel.